Taking It To The Cleaners

People are complicated.

The dead are not.

I guess that's how I ended up working as a mortician.

When a corpse sits up and starts a conversation with me, I'm utterly convinced I'm hallucinating. Right up until the corpse invites me for a drink and walks out the front door.

Sucked into an endless black, void, later, and I'm in a strange world, with strange creatures with a strange appetite. And that corpse?

Well even the gods get bored sometimes... And I couldn't be happier.

Contains violence, gore, cannibalism, the desecration of multiple corpses, disrespect for vampire ashes, MF, MFF and a flair of romance between an undead man, and his undead lovers.

Mind the front door!